The inevitable march...

"There are things that fade away, like our endless numbered days" - Iron and Wine

So, I've reached one of those milestones in your life where you can officially call yourself old.

Despite being at or near prime, the signs of age creeping in and stealing time away from me has been happening for the past year or two, in small doses. A medical condition here, more frequent sickness there; nothing too serious.

But, as a man, when you are bald. You are bald.

So what? you might ask. You've been bald for over two years now.

This is correct. But this was by choice.

I made a decision two months ago to grow my hair back out, to try something different. You know, trying out this new thing that's the same as the old thing. Two days ago I had to abort said mission due to a very large and noticeable bald spot on the top of my head as well as thinning and receding parts in the front.

When I shaved my head originally, none of these were present. It's depressing in a way. If I had known that my hair and I had such precious few years left to share with each other, I might have treated it better in the interim.

So, it's an entirely different ballgame, right now. This is not my choice. This is how I'm going to look for the rest of my life, whether I like it or not. Luckily, I sort of like it, but my options are limited.

I enjoy barbeque chicken, too, but I wouldn't be thrilled to death if you told me I had to eat it every day for the rest of my life.

It's depressing, but what can you do? Luckily for me, being bald is in fashion now and has been for some time. Let's just hope it stays that way.